painted like an afterthought in the ocean of clouds
floating like the morning sun suspended in the sky
hovering above the haze in the midst of the day’s first heat
the silhouetted giant holds the entire sky.
the ambassador of the sun
the general of the earth
the treasury of space:
the mountain maintains
its quiet, deadly dignity
as it ever so slowly
slips back into the sea.
the immovable
ineluctably abides
in the enclaves and
moments of space:
from the soft breath
of the morning breeze
I am spontaneously
born as the great mountain.
now I hold the sky
paint my figure on your eyes
invite the sun to ignite
and rest amidst and ocean of clouds.
what shall I do now?
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Ooh ooh, I have a comment!! Yes, that's right. 1. your poems and writing are wicked good. 2. You are neat. 3. You should put up more PHOTOS so we can see where you are. There, it's in writing; now you have to do it!
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